hustlers apologise to nobody

Intro (Shouted, hyped) Turn up di bass! Hustlers outside! Black flag rise — no fear, no slide! Hook (Chant Style) Hustlers don’t apologise! Step pon di scene, we terrorise (energy, not violence) Dark shades low, fire inna eyes, No compromise — we strategise! Hustlers don’t apologise! From di gutter now we capitalise, Pressure build but we energise, Stand firm — we never disguise! Verse 1 Boots pon di gravel, heavy when we march, Cold like steel, heart full a starch, From small corner shop to di charts, Built dis ting from di very first spark. Black bandana tie tight round face, Not fi hide — just fi show di base, Silent code, no time fi chase, We elevate, set di pace. No weak talk when di riddim drop, Bassline shake make di whole place rock, Mind sharp like a padlock lock, Hustlers rise, we no flop. Pre-Hook (Half-time bounce) Storm come through, we stand up firm, Lesson learn from every burn, Now di whole city watch we turn. Hook (Bigger energy) Hustlers don’t apologise! Black fit clean and we mobilise! Street-made kings, we certified, Real recognise — no disguise! Verse 2 (Faster flow) Skeng of ambition, loaded with drive, Dreams dem big so we amplify, Talk cheap, but we qualify, From zero ground now we multiply. Sirens echo but we stay composed, Every setback just overloads, Fuel di fire till it explodes — Success the only path we chose. Midnight grind till di sun up rise, No sleep mode, just enterprise, Hustlers build empires high, Watch we dominate di skyline. Outro (Crowd Chant) HUSTLERS! Stand tall! No apology at all!